I'm content in dying for my beliefs
So cut off my head and make me a martyr
The people will always remember it
No, they will forget
A man who walks with God, can walk anywhere
Hence I fear nothing
The point of guerilla war is not to succeed
It's always been just to make the enemy bleed
Depriving the soldiers of the peace of mind that they need
Bullets are hard to telegraph, when they bob and they weave
The only way a guerilla war can ever be over
Is when the occupation can't afford more soldiers
Until they have to draft the last of you into the service
And you refuse because you don't see the purpose
The only way to counter the insurgents that are well-equipped
Is to paint the people fighting for freedom as "terrorists"
Then find a faction looking for foreign investment
Install them in power and murder any objections
You can't stop a revolution from breathing so to beat 'em
They offer people the illusion of freedom
But when you're done dreaming and wake up tortured for treason
Then you can see them hiding behind the god they believe in
Deep in the the trenches, in the heart of a war
That's the place a martyr is born (motherfucker, it's on!)
During the night before the start of the dawn
That's the place a martyr is born (motherfucker, it's on!)
When gunshots are raining in the heart of a storm
That's the place a martyr is born (motherfucker, it's on!)
Guerilla war when the army is gone
That's the place a martyr is born (motherfucker, it's on!)
The purpose of life is a life with a purpose
So I'd rather die for a cause than live a life that is worthless
I don't need the circus or the day of national observance
I need you think for you and stop being a servant
Pawns only move a square in the game that they're used in
And realize it too late like the shooting of Huey Newton
Or Patrice Lumumba and Salvador Allende
Slaughtered by the power-hungry branches of their own gente
Ghandi wasn't killed by Pakistani nationals
He was assassinated by a Hindu radical
And Che Guevara, rebel to a U.S. continent
Was sold to the C.I.A. by Bolivian communists
Wasn't Yitzhak Rabin murdered by a Zionist
And Anwar Sadat a victim of the same violence?
Malcolm X was seen as a threat to the F.B.I.
But to blast 'em they used Muslims from N.O.I.
Even the 35th President of the Republic
Was murdered by factions of his own government
So now that it's proven, that a soldier of revolution
Or head of an empire, disguised as a constitution
Can not escape the retribution or manipulation
Of the self-appointed rulers of the planet's corporations
So I'mma need every generation to put your hands up
'Cause you can only get 'em off your back when you stand up!
Deep in the the trenches, in the heart of a war
That's the place a martyr is born (motherfucker, it's on!)
During the night before the start of the dawn
That's the place a martyr is born (motherfucker, it's on!)
When gunshots raining in the heart of a storm
That's the place a martyr is born (motherfucker, it's on!)
Guerilla war when the army is gone
That's the place a martyr is born (motherfucker, it's on!)
I was a man blessed by God to survive some of the worst circumstances
I had many things; a beautiful women I loved, a home, money
And I gave it all up to bleed and to die free
Sometimes I look back on that life and I wonder what it would've been like
And in moments of weakness I think about trading it
Then I snap the fuck out of it and I get back to my reality
And I realize that I'm in the heart of a war
And that's the place a martyr is born